Be Intent Upon The Perfection Of The

The More We Pay For Any Truth, The Better Is Our Bargain.

Love Has No Errors, For All Errors Are The Want For Love.

We Have All Of Us Free Access To All That Is Great, And Good, And Happy, And Carry Within Ourselves A Key To All The Treasures That Heaven Has To Bestow Upon Us. We Starve In The Midst Of Plenty, Groan Under Infirmities, With The Remedy In Our Own Hand; Live And Die Without Knowing And Feeling Anything Of The One Only God, Whilst We Have It In Our Power To Know And Enjoy It In As Great A Reality As We Know And Feel The Power Of This World Over Us; For Heaven Is As Near To Our Souls As This World Is To Our Bodies; And We Are Created, We Are Redeemed, To Have Our Conversation In It.

Self Is The Root, The Tree, And The Branches Of All The Evils Of Our Fallen State.

All That Is Sweet, Delightful, And Amiable In This World, In The Serenity Of The Air, The Fineness Of Seasons, The Joy Of Light, The Melody Of Sounds, The Beauty Of Colors, The Fragrancy Of Smells, The Splendor Of Precious Stones, Is Nothing Else But Heaven Breaking Through The Veil Of This World.